“That would be impossible.” Her eyes brightened with intrigue. “How did she die?”
“I can’t discuss details about the case.”
She frowned with disappointment, then recovered. “It must be so exciting what you do.”
“It has its moments.”
My phone buzzed with a call from Rex Thompson.
“Excuse me for a moment,” I said, then stepped away and answered while Jack chatted with Liz. “This is Deputy Wild.”
“Rex Thompson returning your call.”
“Thank you. Listen, I’m looking for Greg Latham. Do you know where he is?”
33
“Coconut County!” I shouted as I banged on the stern of theSecond Wind.
It was a nice 40-foot sailboat with windswept lines, a dual helm station, a hardtop, and all the latest gadgets.
Footsteps shuffled below deck, and Greg poked his head through the hatch a moment later. Dread filled his face. He knew what was coming.
“I’m afraid I’ve got bad news,” I said.
“I heard. It’s all over the news.”
He didn’t look too upset about it.
“We just have a few standard questions for you.”
Greg was mid-40s with a square, puffy face and blue eyes with bags. Stubble lined his jaw, which had grown soft over the years. He was a little thick, and his slight beer belly stretched his T-shirt.
The boat belonged to Rex. He told us where we could find Greg. I don’t think Rex wanted any part of this trouble.
“Can you tell me where you were last night between 9 and 11:00 PM?”
He shifted uncomfortably, and his eyes darted between JD and me. “Well, I guess it doesn’t matter now. Yeah, I was with my girlfriend, Sarah Dalton.”
“I’ll need contact information for her. What did you two do?”
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” he said with a scowl.
He probably wasn’t going to like the next question either. “What went wrong with your marriage?”
He laughed. “Where do I start?”
“Wherever you’d like.”
He stared at us for a moment as he thought. “Well, my wife loved sex. Just not with me. She was banging everybody.Okay, fine. Two can play that game.” He shook his head. “Then there was the money issue.”
“What money issue?”
“She was terrible with it. We were going bankrupt. Our credit is fucked. She’s printing money over there, drilling out every tooth she can find, and we’re going broke. She couldn’t control her spending—cars, clothes, jewelry. Don’t get me started on her investments. She thought she was going to be the next Buffett. She blew it all on shit stocks and meme coins.” Greg shook his head again. “Doesn’t make sense to me. I’ve got my attorney looking into the books to see where all the money went. I thinkshe’d been planning the divorce for a long time and was stashing cash somewhere.”
“So, it was her idea?”
“I didn’t want to get divorced. There was a time when I loved my wife and she loved me. Maybe I hoped we could get that back.” A frown tugged his mouth, and he hung his head.
